[That surprises him, which is perhaps noticeable from the way he sits up straighter as soon as he reads it, his shoulders squared and stiff. It's only for a moment; he slouches again soon enough, frowning.]
[Really. They're here now, are they? Despite this very clear memory of their death?]
[... as far as karma goes, he can't figure out whetherthat's good, or just too fucking cruel to wrap his head around. But not impossible, given how messed up this place can be. He eyes his friend again, wishing he could see more of their face, that he was better at discerning their unique ways of expressing themself; he can't really work out how they feel about that. Instead of asking, he pushes on.]
... in that case, I guess I'd better thank them properly to their face, then.
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[Really. They're here now, are they? Despite this very clear memory of their death?]
[... as far as karma goes, he can't figure out whetherthat's good, or just too fucking cruel to wrap his head around. But not impossible, given how messed up this place can be. He eyes his friend again, wishing he could see more of their face, that he was better at discerning their unique ways of expressing themself; he can't really work out how they feel about that. Instead of asking, he pushes on.]
... in that case, I guess I'd better thank them properly to their face, then.